Branwen Slayne Lyrics

Branwen Slayne
O my dear brother I am damnified at Caer Siddi
For mine husband hath this twelfmonth treated me with cruelty
Albe to please thee I didst cheerfully accept his proffred hand
I was ne'er wary he was ruler of y Uffern land
For when his gastful subjects they didst first espy hir friendless Queen
Eftsoone they wept for I to them was noughte but a living thing
Hence with despight his consorted kingdoms stony heart eshewde
And I am thrall'd to sufferance in poverty and servitude

For I am one of three great queens of the Cymry

Loneliness
Patience
Wisdom
Happiness

O my brother thou art King of y Island o the Mighty
Alfeare of thy rage hath placed silent sentinels at Caer Siddi
Ynow for bane or worse that may betide I send my gentle bird
Whilst I bemoan mine outcast state tho hold my tongues unthrifty word
There mew'd within its tamed wing mine urgent message pleads thine aid
Battalious make thy complement and rescue this most piteous maid
Herein this underwourldly gloom I implore thee to appear
And carry me to Aber Alaw for I am buried there